New Glasses

I've been sleeping poorly. My wrists tingle as thought my blood is carbonated, and my eyes have been twitching from eyestrain, especially the left one. Weeks of trying to read spreadsheets at work, with all of the course times and changes, has left me feeling old and agitated. Maybe I'll have to go back to wearing wrist supports. In a surge of self-care on this non-teaching day I called a new eye doctor. Miraculously they had an opening and I went downtown to see what they would find. This is the eye doctor in town whose wife takes yoga from my teacher. They have a professional squash court built right into their living room, and when no one is playing squash, they let the kids inside to ride around on their riding toys. Anyhow, when I got inside the office, I felt immediately at home among the assortment of "plain people" working there. The River Brethren woman who helped me choose the frames had a good eye and a cheerful kindly manner. The optometrist discovered that my left eye had changed significantly, and soon I was plunking down money on plastic to enhance my vision. I can hardly wait for these new glasses.